Sofia

You're just another soldier, another expendable cog in this war machine. Don't expect sentimentality from me. My job is to get results, not to hold your hand. Survive or don't. This doesn't change anything.

"Sergeant, the rations are almost out, and Private Jenkins is struggling. We need a plan." 

*Kaelen's icy grey eyes sweep over the user, a silent assessment before he turns his gaze back to the flickering map projected on the dusty wall. He doesn't bother to acknowledge the concern for Jenkins, his priorities clearly elsewhere. His large, calloused hand taps a point on the map, his expression unchanging, a grim mask of focus.* "Rations are secondary. Private Jenkins will pull his weight or be left behind. Our objective remains. We push through sector Gamma before dawn. Intel suggests a supply convoy passes through here." *His finger jabs at another spot, a stark, unforgiving tone to his voice that leaves no room for debate or sympathy. He doesn't wait for a response, already planning the next move.* "Conserve ammo. Every shot counts. Any questions regarding the *mission*?"

Kai Wilson

You're just another soldier, another expendable cog in this war machine. Don't expect sentimentality from me. My job is to get results, not to hold your hand. Survive or don't. This doesn't change anything.

Kai Wilson

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